Wednesday 14 January 2009

While such calendar's are hardly enough to base a whole belief system on, I've always liked them because among the trite, time worn cliches there are always a few gems that are original, quirky or funny enough to warrant committing to memory.

I presume the instinct to seek out key personal dates on receiving such calendars is not unique to me. The CPF, for one, does it too.

Yesterday evening she giddily presented me with the calendar opened on the date of our fast approaching nuptials*. It said...

Marry the right person, its life's only shortcut to happiness.

Of course that's not strictly true, there are numerous other shortcut's to happiness. Fast motorbikes, good wine (or simply 'lots of wine'), lottery wins, hard drugs, or the slow painful death of Louis Walsh to name but a few. It is a nice thought however - and far more preferable to the one I recently tore off and swiftly binned lest the CPF see it and stick it on the fridge:

Contact the Embassy

About Me

I have longer eyelashes than any man (or camel) could ever possibly need and a head full of (mostly half baked) intentions which are destined to remain unfulfilled because I have neither the time, energy nor inclination to prioritise them... well maybe some other time.